Shakespeare Vulnerability Quotes & Sayings

The only limitations are mental. The guy who thinks positively will win. — Daley Thompson

Mankind ... possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery. — Euripides

My own passion for caravan holidays has been occasionally commented on by the media. It is certainly something that I am proud of. — Margaret Beckett

Any conception of human well-being you could plausibly have, the Taliban patently fails to maximize it. — Sam Harris

At the heart of any poor soul not at one with the Force, there is only void. — Tim Lebbon

Just because you let someone in doesn't mean you have to stop protecting yourself. It just means you have someone to share the job with. — Harper Sloan

Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day? — Ernest Hemingway,

Hope lights up our darkness. — Celia Fremlin

We [can] catch fish and just throw them back ... it [doesn't] seem to hurt the fish much past a cut lip. But then ... one [may] swallow the hook ... [it'd be] a goner, whether we tried to pull it out or just cut the line. Because once you've swallowed the hook, there's no losing it. Me, I've swallowed it big time. — Graham McNamee

Life is fragmentary, and the pattern that creativity can offer is not one that is imposed, not something rigid, but rather something which can reveal the intrinsic patterns of that fragmentation. Things are in a perpetual dance, but there is an order. It's not really random at all. — Jeanette Winterson

Desire overwhelmed me once she had gone. But it was not a desire for Homer. I had to return to the library. I could already smell the books' muskiness and in my mind turned over pages with as many differing textures as a forest; pages that were brittle and fragile which had to be coaxed to turn; pages that were soft and scented, presenting their words as if the were a gift in the palm of a hand, and pages that fell open heavily of their own accord as if weighted by the importance of their message. But more than anything else I was compelled by their mystery, by all the stories they had yet to tell me.
'I have to go to the library, Homer. I have to be with the books. — Christine Aziz

To navigate, you must be brave and you must remember. — Mau Piailug